"'We'll split it,' he says. 'Twenty-five's the word.'
"'My time's yours,' I says.
"'How about the other horse?' says the fat guy.
"'You'll own him in eight minutes,' I says. 'Stay here with Edwin Booth till I get back.'
"I hustles down the line 'n' finds Peewee Simpson washin' out bandages—that's what he'd come to.
"'You still got that sorrel hound?' I says to him.
"'Nope,' says Peewee. 'He's got me. I'm takin' in washin' to support him.'
"'Brace yourself fur a shock,' I says. 'I'll give you real money fur him.'
"Peewee looks at me fur a minute like you done a while ago.
"'Don't wake me up!' he says. 'I must—' then he stops 'n' takes another slant at me. 'Say!' he says, 'I'll bet you've got next! I ain't told you yet—who put you hep?'